In lieu of my long writing vacation, I decided to write some more. Haha. Yup. I'm sooooo bored. I keep hearing this thumping bass from outside and it's driving me crazy. The consequences of living in a red light district. *sigh*

Sale sa Rob ngayon. Malamang marami na namang tao bukas. Yikes. Puro na naman to, "excuse me, excuse me..."

Kamusta na kaya si Minke?

Everytime I walk along Orosa, the sight never fails to amaze me. Nope. I am not walking along the likes of Makati's Ayala Av. Hay naku. Ang pangit nga ng nilalakaran ko. Mah shoes! Mah shoes!

After getting out of Natio, the first problem that I get is the uncertainty of rain. Umuulan ba? And more inportantly: may payong ba akong dala?

Number two: mahirap tumawid. It's not hard because the cars drive by so fast. Ang bagaaaaaaaaaal nga eh. Di mo alam kung lalarga ba sila o wala lang. At yung mga jeepney drivers. They always assume that you are either going to ride, or have no use for your life anymore, therefore thinking that you need them to help you kill yourself by flattening you like a sheet and squishing your gooey stuff all over the pavement. Gosh!

Then there's the issue of the perpetually wet segment of the street. Thank to the stupid carwash. I don't like trudging on gunk when the sun is a-balzing on my nape. Duh.

These thing, however, are inconsequential. What bothers me are the the people that I see on the sidewalk everytime it's getting or it's already dark. These people actually settle down on the streets for the night. And there's this one fanily that really lives (if only during night-time) on this small strip of pavement near St. Paul's. Why are they doing this? I really don't know. Then I saw these children who were with their parents, I suppose. Why do they not have a place to live? Forgive the question of the ignorant...

Are these people here bacuse they think that they'd care of a little adventure? Manila is a city of promise? Yeah right. But it's their life, isn't it? I am so confused.